My first ride on a plane was when I was just a baby a few weeks old. Since that time, I have been fascinated by airplanes. My father would fly to different places for his job, and we had to take him to the airport. While we were living Texas, my grandparents flew in and we picked them up. I always saw airplanes, and I often went to the airport. Oh, how I wished I could fly on a plane. Finally, it came true when we moved back to Texas last year. It was great, so I am writing about it.